Strike a Pose

I was laughing so hard at Ry this night. She is so different from me is so many ways, but yet so the same.  She wants to wear a skirt with everything, even pajamas. I only wear skirts to weddings or funerals. She is soooo dramatic, but I think I am too, so we'll count that the same. I think she is a good singer. I am horrible, as is everyone in my family, no offense. She loves dolls and made me play Barbies the other day with her. I have to admit I think that may be the first time in my life I've played Barbies. My mom thinks it's hysterical that Christy and I ended up with such a girly girl. It's meant to be that way, someone needs to teach Christy and I how to put on makeup and paint our nails.

Suckers!

My sister Lindsey came over to cut Easton's hair. He desperately needed a nap and we were trying everything under the sun to keep him engaged. Thank you tootsie pops.

Let Me Down

As many of you with children know, being in charge of a 3 year old is impossible. THEY are in charge all the time. Well, here's' documented proof of the ONE time I felt COMPLETELY in control of my 3 year old.

Blast from the Past

I came across this video today. I had forgot about it. It's of Ryley when she's about 1, Easton's current age. Makes me laugh, hope it makes you laugh too.

To Be Continued......

Still have a few big things to blog about, things that are important to me, but will have to be another day. My mind needs to rest. Here's to not getting behind on blogging again. Cheers!